On the morn Sir Gawayne finds himself in a deep forest, 740
Bi a mounte on þe morne meryly he rydes,
Into a forest ful dep, þat ferly wat3 wylde,
Hi3e hille3 on vche a halue, & holt wode3 vnder,
Of hore oke3 fill hoge a hundreth to-geder;
Þe hasel & þe ha3-þorne were harled al samen,
With ro3e raged mosse rayled ay-where,
With mony brydde3 vnblyþe vpon bare twyges,
Þat pitosly þer piped for pyne of þe colde.
Þe gome vpon Gryngolet glyde3 hem vnder,